nothing
no thing
no nothing
no
begin
at the middle
go back
to the end
then circle round
to finish
at the beginning
once you figure
it out
let me know
I’ll be waiting
(D James)
Archive for 2012|Yearly archive page
nothing and nothing at all
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 11 February 2012 at 4:10 amlife in the city of cities
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 30 January 2012 at 3:06 amthe subway rises
from the mouth
of darkness
pulling cars across
metal track
to the top
of the mountain
the skyline
like a picture
postcard
at sunset
a symphony
at full tilt
a mass of steel
and glass
thousands
of lighted squares
and twinkling
red lights
reminds you
that this city
in its ebb and flow
was here before you arrived
and will remain long
after you are gone
(D James)
and so goes the morning
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 25 January 2012 at 3:30 pmstaring
out the window
watching the light change
bare trees
drag shadows
across gray
roof-tops
sunlight glints
off passing cars
the day goes on
with or without us
(D James)
climbing the mountain
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 24 January 2012 at 2:06 pmthe blank page
stares back at me
silently mocking
my attempts
to scribble
something
of weight
the blank page
like a snow-covered
mountain
challenges my ability
to communicate
and whisper-laughs
at my thoughts of words
until I say
to the blank page
“ok, you write something”
then there is silence
and I can finally settle down
to begin the work of stringing words
together into something that makes sense
to someone
somewhere
(D. James)
what are we
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 24 January 2012 at 3:57 amlight and dark
laughter and tears
never and always
right and wrong
bone and dust
blood and guts
intransigent and flexible
solid and liquid
everything
and
nothing
(D James)
the sound in between
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 20 January 2012 at 4:33 pmthere’s a moment
between the notes
when what lingers
is the dying vibration
of a sound
before the next key
is struck
when the world
makes sense
and life is found
in the silence
(D. James)
more questions than you know what to do with
In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 16 January 2012 at 11:23 pmwhite sheet
blank paper
and the
screen in your head
goes black
who ever said
you can’t get there from here
didn’t know where you were
to begin with
so how did they know
where you’d end up
(D. James)
